A Digital Devil

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Everyone who kept chihuahua at home or met one on his way knows how vexatious this little doggy can be. It can sometimes drive you mad with its relentless and mindless yapping and occasional ankle-biting. There is a reason why chihuahua behaves in this way. Its neurotic display of aggression compensates for its small size and extreme fragility. Actually, the little doggy is so delicate that you can crush it by accidentally sitting on it. Its posturing serves the purpose of letting the whole world know that chihuahua is a big bad dog.

A devil is no joke. This monster can drag your precious soul to hell and cast it into the fiery pit of flames. You can meet one also online. The only difference is that a digital devil resembles chihuahua with his/her behavior. Digital devils are on all kinds of internet venues but if a digital devil joins a Satanic forum, his aim is to prove to everyone how adversarial and antinomian he is because we all know that the internet is a serious business. He does it by constantly yapping at your feet, not exactly biting your ankles, just pulling your shoes. It’s an attempt to outsmart bigger forum dogs or avoid being called out on one’s bullshit. Sometimes, after losing a debate, the digital devils flee to their blogs where they indulge in happy yappy fest, obsessing over this person or that person and, like a broken record,  regurgitating the same crap over and over again. The whole thing is to remind everyone how nefarious and diabolical they are, just in case anyone fails to notice.

Like chihuahua is a ball of nerves, a digital devil is governed by his emotions. It’s very easy to piss him off and cause him to have a hissy fit even if if you meant no offense. He will call you vile names and accuse you of some ridiculous shit and once he calms down, he will say that it is just you being mean.

However, it would be a gross mistake to take a digital devil’s tantrum for genuine evil or even hostility. Behind the loud yapping of chihuahua there is a deep, if not obsessive, need for love and affection. And there is also fear. Let’s not forget about fear. These little dogs are afraid of everything and everybody. The same is with a digital devil. All he needs is recognition, acceptance and covering up his own insecurities.

Addendum.

Sadly, this blog angered a few chihuahuas who thought it was unfair and thus decided to yap up quite a storm file a complaint. Here it is:

Bye Bye Beautiful

It’s not the tree that forsakes the flower
But the flower that forsakes the tree
Someday I`ll learn to love these scars
Still fresh from the red-hot blade of your words

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Broken dolls, broken toys, even Satanism attracts them. Actually, the darker and deeper the pit, the more of them buried in it. Some people think that the mere switching of labels and ideologies will cure them of their emotional issues. When they realize that Jesus hates them, they start searching for love in Wicca or in some New Age bullshit. If they don’t find love in Wicca, they turn to Thelema. If they don’t find love in Thelema, they turn to Atheism or LaVeyan Satanism. If LaVeyan Satanism doesn’t fulfill their need for love, they turn to theistic Satanism or the ONA thing. If they find that the theistic Satanism or the ONA thing don’t love them, they fly to some other mystical or pseudo-mystical mambo jambo. The usual reason is: People are bad, they don’t like me here. Perhaps, they will like me if I “reinvent” myself. Sometimes, those broken dolls return to Christianity as new-born Christians, ready to preach the gospel of love to everyone, if only to drown out their own inner demons.

Meanwhile, the tumor of self-hatred grows and grows, feeding regularly on ever-present guilt and shame. External circumstances and other people merely activate what is already festering inside.

There are consequences for even minor kind of non-compliance. Conformity is often rewarded but defiance is punished. Always. Whether you go against social norms, someone’s expectations or your own habits or principles. There are no exceptions to this and there will never be, even if you think it should be otherwise. As one smart guy once wrote “Life sucks, and yes, people do suck. Fuck forbid you also suck... The devil is not an advocate of pleasure, at least, not without tribulation. One must earn their horns and hooves. Endure some of what Hell has to offer, and baby if you do it right, you’ll come back on fire, and smokin’ hot.” The social rejects sometimes join the Satanic or other avant-garde groups, temples or orders expecting to be rewarded for their naughtiness and freakishness, to get some cookies for their Satanic rebellion. Perhaps, the Devil was lying when he lured you to the dark side promising cookies.

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It’s really amusing when some ONA kiddies, when they feel unloved and unappreciated, get all neurotic and have an emotional meltdown. For the purpose of this blog, let’s assume their all too embarrassing meltdown is for real. Then they start complaining about Uncle Myatt being an asshole, so full of himself and surrounding himself with ass-kissers. Now, what if they are right? Suppose Uncle Myatt, despite all of his poems and mystical writings, is really an asshole, has always been an asshole and has never stopped being an asshole. Why should the guy who is said to have founded the Satanic order be like Virgin Mary? Especially if we take into account that many Holy Fathers of the Catholic Church were most perverted libertines, it is quite strange that some expect Satanism to attract guys with the heart of a dove. Satan was an asshole himself, a pathetic fuck, who refused to serve in heaven because he was… so full of himself. So he was cast into the fiery pit where he was served and adored by his minions, still being proud and arrogant.

I can’t really blame the chap if he likes others adoring him. I would go even further and claim that he founded the Order of Nine Angles for the sole purpose of having his sinisterly-numinous Ass worshiped. If someone does his job of ass-kissing well, no wonder he is rewarded. Now let’s push even further and assume that all the orders, Satanic or otherwise, exist only for the worship of their founders’ asses. Let’s now entertain even braver conspiracy theory that Anton LaVey was in fact a Christian and invented Satanism to con gullible people who thought of themselves as special snowflakes but, in fact, were searching for the peer approval. Would any reasonable person trust a bald guy, with the goat’s beard, who was moreover stinking like a foul goat?

Ass-kissing is a true Satanic ritual of initiation, kinda like the one the witches at Sabbath were practicing when they were kissing the Devil/Goat’s ass in a truly religious frenzy and sexual ecstasy. The Devil is no gentleman, he’s no aristocrat, don’t be fooled. He has no manners, he’s a foul stinking and evil creature having no consideration for anyone. Even old guys indulging in “mystical peregrinations” and Greek translations can be perverted sociopaths. To err is human.

Does that a lil bit exaggerated picture strike a nerve with you, dear reader? It’s because you deny darkness in yourself and in other people. You focus only on the light, ignoring the shadows. Thus you miss the Whole that is a human being. You idealize people because you need to have some perfect and pure idol, a sacred cow that you can put on a pedestal and worship. You are a natural follower who gets furious when your idol doesn’t live up to your sentimental expectations. You are disappointed and denigrate the mythos because you were deluding yourself that the real people were as beautiful and fucking romantic as their mythos. The mythos exists for its ow sake. It’s real as long as it continues to inspire. And real people… well, they probably suck. As you suck. As I suck. As we all suck. Enlightenment is nothing else than shattering your illusions.